III. Thy sons, Dinas Emlinn, may march in their pride, IV. And oh, Dinas Emlinn! thy daughters so fair, V. Then adieu, silver Teivi! I quit thy loved scene, VI. And adieu, Dinas Emlinn! still green be thy shades. THE NORMAN HORSE-SHOE. [1806.] AIR-The War-Song of the Men of Glamorgan. The Welsh, inhabiting a mountainous country, and possessing only an inferior breed of horses, were usually unable to encounter the shock of the Anglo-Norman cavalry. Occasionally, however, they were successful in repelling the invaders; and the following verses are supposed to celebrate a defeat of CLARE, Earl of Striguil and Pembroke, and of NEVILLE, Baron of Chepstow, Lords-Marchers of Monmouthshire. Rymny is a stream which divides the counties of Monmouth and Glamorgan: Caerphili, the scene of the supposed battle, is a vale upon its banks, dignified by the ruins of a very ancient castle. Show'd where hot Neville's charge had In every sable hoof-tramp stood IV. Old Chepstow's brides may curse the toil, That arm'd stout Clare for Cambrian Their orphans long the art may rue, THE MAID OF TORO. O, Low shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro, And weak were the whispers that waved the dark wood, Sorely sigh'd to the breezes, and wept to the flood. All distant and faint were the sounds of the battle, With the breezes they rise, with the breezes they fail, "O, save thee, fair maid, for our armies are flying! And scarce could she hear them, benumb'd with despair : "You hear the Ettrick's sullen roar, "The iron gate is bolted hard, At which I knock in vain ; You never may the shelter want, THE MAID OF NEIDPATH. There is a tradition in Tweeddale, that, when Neidpath Castle, near Peebles, was inhabited by the Earls of March, a mutual passion subsisted between a daughter of that noble family, and a son of the Laird of Tushielaw, in Ettrick Forest. As the alliance was thought unsuitable by her parents, the young man went abroad. During his absence the lady fell into a consumption; and at length, as the only means of saving her life, her father consented that her lover should be recalled. On the day when he was expected to pass through Peebles, on the road to Tushielaw, the young lady, though much exhausted, caused herself to be carried to the balcony of a house in Peebles, belonging to the family, that she might see him as he rode past. He anxiety and eagerness gave such force to her organs, that she is said to have distinguished his horse's footsteps at an incredible distance. But Tushielaw, unprepared for the change in her appearance, and not expecting to see her in that place, rode on without recognising her, or even slackening his pace. The lady was unable to support the shock, and, after a short struggle, died in the arms of her attendants. There is an incident similar to this traditional tale in Count Hamilton's "Fleur d'Epine." O LOVERS' eyes are sharp to see, And love, in life's extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering. All sunk and dim her eyes so bright, Across her cheek was flying; Her maidens thought her dying. Yet keenest powers to see and hear, As on the wing to meet him. He came he pass'd-an heedless gaze, Returns each whisper spoken, WANDERING WILLIE. [1806.] ALL joy was bereft me the day that you left me, And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me. Far o'er the wave hast thou follow'd thy fortune, Now I hae gotten my Willie again. When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they were wailing, And thought o' the bark where my Willie was sailing, Now that thy gallant ship rides at her mooring, Music to me were the wildest winds' roaring, That e'er o'er Inch-Keith drove the dark ocean faem. When the lights they did blaze, and the guns they did rattle, And blithe was each heart for the great victory, In secret I wept for the dangers of battle, And thy glory itself was scarce comfort to me. But now shalt thou tell, while I eagerly listen, And trust me, I'll smile, though my een they may glisten; And oh, how we doubt when there's distance 'tween lovers, When there's naething to speak to the heart thro' the ee; How often the kindest and warmest prove rovers, And the love of the faithfullest ebbs like the sea. Till, at times-could I help it ?—I pined and I ponder'd Welcome, from sweeping o'er sea and through channel, Furnishing story for glory's bright annal, Welcome, my wanderer, to Jeanie and hame! Enough now thy story in annals of glory Has humbled the pride of France, Holland, and Spain ; No more shalt thou grieve me, no more shalt thou leave me, I never will part with my Willie again. HUNTING SONG. WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain grey, Waken, lords and ladies gay, Louder, louder chant the lay, Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, SONG. Он, say not, my love, with that mortified air, Though April his temples may wreathe with the vine, 'Tis the ardour of August matures us the wine, Though thy form, that was fashion'd as light as a fay's, And thy glance, that was bright as a falcon's at gaze, Enough, after absence to meet me again, Thy steps still with ecstasy move; Enough, that those dear sober glances retain For me the kind language of love. ON THE MASSACRE OF GLENCOE. [1814.] "In the beginning of the year 1692, an action of unexampled barbarity disgraced the government of King William III. in Scotland. In the August preceding, a proclamation had been issued, offering an indemnity to such insurgents as should take the oaths to the King and Queen, on or before the last day of December; and the chiefs of such tribes as had been in arms for James, soon after took advantage of the proclamation. But Macdonald of Glencoe was prevented by accident, rather |